The pulsing red beam of the optic went from one side to the other in methodical precision.
Across from it, a similar red beam mirrored it.
One life form cast in the bipedal form favored by certain evolutionary tracks watched the other, cast in the mold of a useful tool.
Neither one was sure what to make of the other.
Cylons weren't ever strong on trying to understand, and favored superior firepower to deal with that lack.
KITT, on the other hand, was an old hand at evasive maneuvers, and understood hostility.
This was a development Michael would need to know and share with Devon, the AI reasoned, as he escaped the metal warrior.